Duke’s Ride

Behold the fifteenth spirit of war
Under whose (steed’s) hooves and the frost of his lance
Lords and knights kneel in glorification
Of war and mysterious secrets of hell

Come forth sixty legions of demons
From beyond the infernal gates
On the battlefield he rides in fire
Brandishing the scepter of wisdom and death

A path of pulverized skulls
Between spheres and funeral horizons

The gestalt of evil in knight’s armour
With a lance of death, an ensign of blood and a scepter of firе
The spectral hooves storm thе combat zone
When he rides into the burning armageddon

The violent hooves of the skeletal nag
The exalted gift of imperial lord Ba’al
Necromantic stench of the old flesh
Of the first unicorn which dwelt in the garden of Eden

Behold the fifteenth spirit of power
By whose gauntlet’s corpse-like behest
Christian maggots crawl in enslavement
Of darkness and the iron dominance of cruelty

Behold the fifteenth spirit of power
By whose gauntlet’s corpse-like behest
Christian maggots crawl in enslavement
Of darkness and the iron dominance of cruelty